Self-discipline! Have You Ever Seen Marin Vando at Four in the Morning?

　　Regret is inevitable,

　　But no regrets.

　　Because he is a soldier.

　　And the duty of a soldier,

　　Just like the kid said...

　　for eternity,

　　Open Taiping! ! !

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　　(This book is slow, but what I hope is to write about youth and passion. Mourning is not worth touting. Young people, being positive is the best state.)

　　(Please ask for another 10-point evaluation of Huahua, let me have a little motivation to write, thank you.)

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Chapter 8

　　The sun rises, and the sun shines all over the earth.

　　Naval Academy.

　　There was silence in the military culture class.

　　Outside the window is the soft and warm sea breeze, and spring light penetrates into the classroom from the transparent glass window, laying a layer of bright golden sand on the young and immature figures.

　　The wind ruffled the paper,

　　In the quiet classroom, there is only the swishing sound of strokes falling on paper, which is pleasant and moving.

　　A grey-haired figure sat upright on the podium, his arms crossed his chest, and his eyes were deep and full of wisdom.

　　She wears a large snow-white cloak of justice, and her face that has been through vicissitudes of life does not have the softness of women, but is full of sassy heroic spirit.

　　Headquarters chief staff officer, Lieutenant General Crane.

　　As the highest-ranking chief of staff of the headquarters, and also the pillar of the first-generation veteran of the Navy, Lieutenant General Crane is mainly responsible for the culture course professor within the military academy.

　　Astronomy and astrology, analysis of the world's political structure, military strategy teaching, and the teaching of ideological and political courses are all handled by her.

　　From the very beginning, the establishment of the Naval Academy was designed not only to cultivate tyrannical reckless men, after all, this is no longer the chaotic era of Roger.

　　In this brand-new era of pirates, all values ​​have been reversed. Young people are proud to be pirates at sea, and the increase in bounty has become a talk that everyone likes to compare and show off to maintain world peace and protect the weak. Naval justice, but turned into a joke.

　　This has to be said to be the tragedy of this era.

　　Therefore,

　　If you want to completely end this damn era, it is not as simple as killing a few big pirates.

　　We must start with ideology, take the lead in correcting the thoughts and attitudes of the army, establish correct concepts, and then extend them to influence the entire world slowly and with a subtle force.

　　This is not a dream that can be realized in the short term, but at least one must work towards this goal.

　　Otherwise, everyone yearns to be a pirate and loot, how can this world be peaceful?

　　Thinking of this, Lieutenant General He felt a heavy heart in his heart.

　　She subconsciously turned her eyes to the many freshmen at the military academy below the podium. Seeing that they were all earnestly writing, there was a flash of relief in her eyes after all.

　　That's what young people look like at their best, isn't it?

　　She used to come this way.

　　The content of today's ideological and political class is very simple, that is, to write an essay.

　　There is only one topic for the dissertation.

　　- The meaning of effort.

　　Soldiers' responsibilities are more important than Mount Tai, and hard work is the only way.

　　Practicing the will and improving the ability are all compulsory courses.

　　Strong combat power alone is not enough. Without a good mentality and will to support it, as well as the correct values ​​to guide it, even if it is successfully cultivated in the end, it is just a freak with strong strength.

　　The most important thing is that because of the bad atmosphere set off by the era of the big pirates outside, the discipline and morale of the army are also somewhat lax and slack.

　　Must be caught from the doll!

　　This is the cradle of justice, the fertile soil of the stars, and there can be no slack in the slightest.

　　Lieutenant General Crane's eyes slowly swept across the classroom, sometimes pausing for a moment on a certain figure.

　　The ghost spider with stern eyes, the mole with a beard, the burning mountain with a simple and honest expression, the Smog and Tina scratching their heads and ears on the other side...

　　Almost everyone looked tangled, with embarrassed expressions on their faces, as if they couldn't poop.

　　Lieutenant General Crane chuckled in his heart.

　　No wonder they are.

　　Long talk has never been the strong point of these little guys.

　　But when her eyes fell on a certain young figure, she was slightly startled.

　　Ok?

　　this little guy...

　　It's as if I haven't stopped writing since the beginning!

　　The full A4 paper was densely packed with words. Compared with the blankness of many other people, it was a shocking feeling.

　　Does he really know what he's writing?

　　Still writing shit?

　　Roy?

　　A name I've never heard of...

　　It is estimated that it is the second or even third training sequence of students.

　　In any case, Lieutenant General Crane kept the name Roy secretly.

　　Ding Ding Ding! !

　　The get out of class bell rang suddenly.

　　Many students let out a painful lament.

　　"Okay, hand in the papers."

　　Lieutenant General Crane smiled.

　　The students were helpless and lined up to put the test papers one by one on the podium.

　　Lieutenant General Crane frowned frequently.

　　Many of these people have directly handed in the blank paper...

　　"The next class is a physical fitness class. It will be held on the grounds of the military academy in five minutes. Now you are ready to go."

　　After putting away the test papers, he said to the freshmen of the military academy.

　　"Yes, Lieutenant General Crane!"

　　The freshmen replied in unison.

　　Walking out of the classroom door, Roy was thinking about things with a tangled face, when a cold voice suddenly sounded from beside him.

　　"You seem to have written a lot just now. Are you a scholar?"

　　Roy was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and a beautiful face came into view.

　　The young but heroic eyes and the tall bridge of the nose made her look extraordinarily arrogant.

　　But the long pink hair added a little softness to her.

　　Tina?

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　　···· (Seeking everything, you can leave your valuable opinions in the book review area! ~).).).

Chapter 9

　　The one in front of her is naturally the sexy rear admiral Yujie "Black Threshold" Tina in the future.

　　It's just that she looks only fourteen or fifteen years old now, and she is quite immature.

　　However, the girl develops very early, she looks almost [-] meters tall, and her figure is also so strong that people can't take her eyes away.

　　Well, it really is the little master of iron fence rope art training in the future, the proper Yujie Yin.

　　Such a thought flashed through Roy's mind subconsciously.

　　"Students don't dare to be, they just write in a mess."

　　He answered honestly.

　　There's nothing wrong with that.

　　Where would he write any ideological and political papers, it was all the system muttered word by word in his mind, and he quickly copied it out.

　　Sure enough, the essence of human beings is a repeater, no, a repeater...

　　That's what he was struggling with just now.

　　The key question is not whether he can write, but his mother's writing is too much, too good!

　　The system talked endlessly, and the eloquent man made his blood boil for Roy, a guy in the late stage of lazy cancer.